RECORDED AND MIXED AT LE STUDIO, MORIN HEIGHTS, CANADA
PRODUCED BY MANNY CHARLTON
ENGINEERED BY JOHN PUNTER & NICK BLAGONA
Expect No Mercy
If you're ready for the street
You wanna mix it in some fight
Let me tell you somethin'
Now I don't wanna get you uptight
But if you're in a corner
And you can't find no way out
Don't look around for no help
No, no there won't be any around
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
So you think you got a case
And you think you know the score
No you don't wanna listen
You can't be told no more
But wait'll you get out there
You better do it right
'Cause the streets are lined with things that kill
And they're hidin' in the night
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Feel that you can cut it
You think you got the time
They'll only give you one chance
Better get it right first time
And the game you're playing
If you lose you gotta pay
If you make just one wrong move
You'll get blown away
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Expect no mercy, expect no mercy
Words and Music by Dan McCafferty, Manny Charlton, Pete Agnew,
and Darrell Sweet
(copyright 1977 mtb music,inc. for canada and u.s.a.)
(copyright 1977 nazsongs/panache music ltd. for the rest of the world
international copyright secured
all rights reserved.
Gone Dead Train
It's a gone dead train
Yes, it's a gone dead train
My engine was pumpin' steam
And I was grindin' at you hard and fast
Burnin' down the rails, tryin' to heat the way
Haulin' ass and ridin' up the track
And I laughed at the conductor who was tellin' me my coal
It would never last
But then the fire in my boiler
Up and quit before I came
Ain't no empty cellar
Like a gone dead train
Once was at a time when I could
Mama shave 'em dry
And raise a fever ice-down chill
Waitin' at the station
With a heavy loaded sack
Savin' up and holdin' just to spill
Shootin' my supply through my demon's eye
Instead of holdin' my time, I hope I will
But then the fire in my boiler
Up and quit before I came
There ain't no empty cellar
Needs a gone dead train
Yes it's a gone dead train
I'm gonna teach it to learn now, now
It's a gone dead train
Yes it's a gone dead train
I'm gonna teach it to learn now, now
It's a gone dead train
Gonna teach it, gonna teach it to learn
There ain't no easy day
When your daily run's a downhill pull
And there ain't no easy way
Wishin' for some jelly roll
There ain't no switch been made
To make your juicy lemon find
A spring to run a dry well full
But then the fire in my boiler
Up and quit before I came
Ain't no empty cellar
Needs a gone dead train
Yes it's a gone dead train
I'm gonna teach it to learn
You know it's a gone dead train
Gonna teach it, gonna teach it to burn
It's a gone dead train
It's a gone dead train, you gotta learn
It's a gone dead train
Gonna teach it, gonna teach it, gonna teach it to burn.
Words and music by Jack Nitzsche & Russ Titelman
(copyright 1971 warner--tamerlane pub. corp.)
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Shot Me Down
I was feelin' good, kinda high and cruisin'
I was tryin' to forget someone I had been losin'
Then you came along, surprise, surprise
You shot me down
I was lyin' crashed out on the ground
You shot me down
I was feelin' fine, mellowed out and easy
I was comin' back down kinda slow and lazy
Then you came along and fired the flame
You shot me down
I was lyin' burned out on the ground
You shot me down, you shot me down
You shot me down
I was feelin' good, kinda high and cruisin'
I was tryin' to forget someone I had been losin'
Then you came along, surprise, surprise
You shot me down
I was lyin' crashed out on the ground
You shot me down, you shot me down
You shot me down.
Words and music by Dan McCafferty, Manny Charlton, Pete Agnew
and Darrell Sweet
(copyright 1977 mtb music,inc. for u.s.a. and canada)
(copyright 1977 nazsongs/panache music ltd. for the rest of the world)
international copyright secured
all rights reserved.
Revenge Is Sweet
Revenge is sweet and I can't wait
Walk down the street, girl don't be late
Now I don't want your sympathy
So don't go sheddin' no tears
For ev'ry wrong that you did to me
I'll give you back in fear
Now it's too late for apologies
You've been thru this trick before
A million lies that you laid on me
You knocked me down on the floor
I'm gonna get you back
It's just a matter of time
It's a grudge I'll nurse
I'll pay you back in kind, you'll find
You had the chance to put things right
But you preferred to be cruel
I'm sick of pleadin' on my knees
I'm tired of watchin' you drool
I'm gonna get you back
It's just a matter of time
This is one grudge I'll nurse
I'll pay you back in kind, you'll find
Revenge is sweet and I can't wait
Walk down the street, girl don't be late
I'm gonna get you back
It's just a matter of time
This is one grudge I'll nurse
I'll pay you back in kind, you"ll find
Revenge is sweet, revenge is sweet
Words and music by Dan McCafferty, Manny Charlton, Pete Agnew
and Darrell Sweet
(copyright 1977 mtb music,inc. for u.s.a. and canada)
(copyright 1977 nazsongs/panache music ltd. for the rest of the world)
international copyright secured
all rights reserved.
Gimme What's Mine
Well only you know what your thinkin'
Come on say what's on your mind
Tell me one way or the other
I ain't got much time
Gimme what's mine, gimme what's mine
Well I don't want you to be wastin'
All my lovin' or my time
So I got to know the story
I know we can be so fine
Please gimme what's mine, gimme what's mine
How can I get through to you woman
I think your lovin' is fine
Only want what's given
Only give you what's mine
Yeah sometimes when I see you
I'm scared to state my case
Got to take my chances
Will you leave or will you stay?
Got to know the way, got to know the way
I'm so tired of waitin'
Somethin' that I got to know
If there's one chance that you love me
Then we got to let it grow
We got to let it grow, we got to let it grow
I just got to get through to you woman
I want your lovin'so bad
I'll take all that you give me
I'll give you all that's mine.
Words and music by Dan McCafferty, Manny Charlton, Pete Agnew
and Darrell Sweet
(copyright 1977 mtb music,inc. for u.s.a. and canada)
(copyright 1977 nazsongs/panache music ltd. for the rest of the world)
international copyright secured
all rights reserved.
Kentucky Fried Blues
I got no time to eat
I got no time to sleep
I got a truck full of stuff
Should've been there last week
I've been livin' in truck stops
My body feels used
Got the hamburger that's right, yeah
The kentucky fried blues
Flyin' high in my cab
Got my foot on the gas
Got to get there tonight
Showin' nothin' but a pass
Tired of livin' in truck stops, have mercy
My body feels used
Got the hamburger, that's right, yeah
Kentucky fried blues
Even in the fast lane
Seems to slow down my brain
Got one hell of a deadline
Riggers do not complain
Tired of livin' in truck stops
Lord my body feels used
Got the hamburger that's right yeah, yeah, yeah
Kentucky fried blues.
Words and music by Dan McCafferty, Manny Charlton, Pete Agnew
and Darrell Sweet
(copyright 1977 mtb music,inc. for u.s.a. and canada)
(copyright 1977 nazsongs/panache music ltd. for the rest of the world)
international copyright secured
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New York Broken Toy
She came from New York
Seems like a bright spark
Knew all the answers to the game
Moved to a new town
Soon pushed her way around
But you're a lady just the same
She went the wrong way
Tryin' to catch that boy
He only used her
Then broke her like a toy
Like a New York broken toy
Moved with the wrong pack
Hard headed, well stacked
Drop her guard if you drop her name
Made all the wrong moves
Knew all the lines to use
Too many got burned in her flame
She went the wrong way
Tryin' to catch that boy
He only used her
Then he broke her like a toy
Like a New York broken toy
Since the news got around
Someone I brought up town
Needed a friend but no one came
She tried to change her views
But still she wasn't bad news
Don't ever lose at your own game
She went the wrong way
Tryin' to catch that boy
He only used her
Then he broke her like a toy
Like a New York broken toy.
Words and music by Dan McCafferty, Manny Charlton, Pete Agnew,
and Darrell Sweet
(copyright 1977 mtb music,inc. for u.s.a. and canada
(copyright 1977 nazsongs/panache music ltd. for the rest of the world)
international copyright secured
all rights reserved.
Busted
My bills are all due and the baby needs shoes
And I'm busted
Cotton is down to a quarter a pound
But I'm busted
I got a cow that went dry and a hen that won't lay
A big stack of bills that gets bigger each day
The county's gonna haul my belongings away
'Cause I'm busted.
I went to my brother to ask for a loan
'Cause I was busted
I hate to beg like a dog without his bone
But I'm busted
My brother said there ain't a thing I can do
My wife and my kids are all down with the flu
And I was just thinking about callin' on you
And I'm busted.
Well I am no thief but a man can go wrong
When he's busted
The food that we packed that last summer is gone
And I'm busted
The fields are all bare and the cotton won't grow
Me and my fam'ly got to pack up and go
But I'll make a living just where I don't know
'Cause I'm busted.
Words and music by Harlan Howard
(copyright 1962 tree publishing co.,inc.)
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Place In Your Heart
Is there a place in your heart left for me?
Is there some space where the parkin' sign says free?
Maybe there's just one little spot
Maybe some corner that you forgot
Is there a place in your left for me?
Well I know you got so many you can choose from
There's always flowers lyin' by your door
I betcha your phone it never stops
Bet you're the queen at the local hops
I bet you get valentines but never keep the score.
Is there a place in your heart left for me?
Is there some space where the parkin' sign says free?
Maybe there's just one little spot
Maybe some corner that you forgot
Is there a space in your heart left for me?
I betcha your phone it never stops
I know your the queen at the local hops
I bet you get valentines but never keep the score
Is there a place in your heart left for me?
Is there some space where the parkin' sign says free
Maybe there's just one little spot
Maybe some corner that you forgot
Is there a place in your heart made for me?
Is there a place in your heart made for me?
Is there a place in your heart made for me?
Words and music by Manny Charlton
(copyright 1977 mtb music,inc. for u.s.a. and canada)
(copyright 1977 nazsongs/panache music ltd. for the rest of the world)
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All The Kings Horses
I know you
You always rode so tall in the saddle
You are the answer
But I know that you are only causin' trouble
Take all you want, leave me the rest behind
You're a user
A winnin' no new friends, just make one small step
You're a user
You never came to anyone's call
Spent all your life head on the wall
While you're up there, there's only one way to fall
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Will never put you together again
You still got your chances
The one thing the whole world loves is a winner
You can't walk on water
With your heat the ice you're on is gettin' thinner
You used to be so wise
But you are fooled by your own lies
And I see right through your disguise
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Will never put you together again
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Will never put you together again.
Words and music by Manny Charlton and Dan McCafferty
(copyright 1977 mtb music,inc. for u.s.a. and canada)
(copyright 1977 nazsongs/panache music ltd. for the rest of the world)
international copyright secured
all rights reserved.
